Page 90 of Dirty Martini
Everest’s eyes grow big and dreamy as he melts under my touch. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby.” I kiss him gently, but he has another idea. His hand that was just teasing my cock before is now full on fondling me. His breaths grow heavy, a haze of pleasure hitting his hooded eyes as he licks his lips. “What are you doing? Elton’s right upstairs.”
“I know, but I just can’t help it. Fuck, Rhys. You’re so smart…” He practically growls under his breath as he squeezes my hardening cock. “And those glasses? Damn, you’re so hot.”
I know it’s not a good idea, but I can never help myself around Everest. Whether it’s caving to what he wants to watch at night or giving in with only a brush of his lips, I’m putty in his hands. All he has to do is give me those big green fuck-me eyes, and I’m a sucker.
I place a rough hand on his back and begin to push him off the couch. “Get on your knees.”
He scrambles to follow my order, his knees hitting the floor so hard it had to have hurt. As his fingers immediately find the hem of my shorts, I lift my hips to help him pull them past my ass. My hard cock slaps against my stomach, a pearl of precum already beading the tip as Everest’s mouth waters.
“Gonna make you choke on my cock,” I start, grabbing myself at the base and angling my length toward his already open lips. “Be good and show me how happy you are for me.”
With a groan, he swallows me down. There’s no patience or restraint. He begins at a sloppy, wet pace that leaves spit pooling at the corner of his lips. He obviously doesn’t want to extend this out, desperate for my cum, and I’m right there with him. I anchor my fingers in the hair at the top of his head, helping his bobbing motions.
“Oh, fuck. Ev,your mouth. I’ll never get enough of it. Just like that,” I mumble, throwing my head back when his nose meets my abdomen and my dick gets strangled by his throat. “Fuck me. Get me down the back of your throat.”
When I thrust my hips up, he gags. He pulls off, not bothering to wipe his lips, and stares at me with a kind of dominating hunger I haven’t seen before. “I want to fuck you, Rhys.”
I raise an eyebrow, feigning cocky confidence, even though I can admit my heart skips a beat. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. I know you’d be so hot and tight for me. You’d strangle my cock and never want to let it go.” Jacking me slowly, he flicks his thumb against my foreskin as his words drive me mad. “Do you want that?”
It’s not like I haven’t considered letting Everest fuck me. I can admit that I find the idea a bit daunting, letting someone into my body that way, but this is Everest. He’s the love of my life, and I know that anything he’d do to me, I’d enjoy. Just like I know that if I ended up not liking it, we wouldn’t need to do it again.
I trust him with everything. My mind, my heart, my body. Plus, if the noises he makes when I’m railing him are any indication, it must feel really fucking good.
“I do,” I tell him, but a brief second of panic hits me when he pops a finger into his mouth, wetting the digit before using his other hand to shove one of my legs up to my chest. “What are you doing?”
“Just seeing if you like it,” he whispers, giving me a flirty smile as his wet finger finds my crease. “Something pressing into you right here.”
My breath hitches when he finds my hole. True to his word, he presses it against me, circling my rim gently as he continues to pump my shaft. “You gonna finger me, baby?”
He shakes his head. “Have to loosen you up first.”
“How are you going to—Fuck!”
I’m not prepared for the way he buries his face in my ass and plants a sloppy kiss against my hole. Before I have a chance to even breathe, his tongue is darting out to taste me, and his groans electrify the nerves around that sensitive area.
“I— baby— Ev…” I’m at a loss for words. Jesus fuck, that feels good. He’s going at my ass like a madman, and when he wraps his lips around my hole and sucks, I swear a jet of cum leaves me. “Try it. Put your finger in.”
That cocky-ass smirk on his face is well deserved. Ever-so-gently, he pushes the tip of his finger in, wiggling a bit as he tries to get past the first knuckle. “Just breathe, Rhys. You got this. Let me in.”
I nod with a shaky breath. It doesn’t feel incredible, but it also doesn’t hurt. It’s more like a kind of slight burning pressure. He dives back down and licks along his finger where he’s entered me, coating me with saliva, and helping the glide just a bit.
But when his last knuckle meets my ass and his finger flicks against something within me, I nearly jump out of my seat. “Fuck… Do that again.”
Another wiggle of his finger and that same shock of blazing pleasure hits me. He must have found my prostate because he’splaying it like a fiddle and dragging me to the depths of heated lust.
He comes up for air, panting like he’s run a marathon, and teases his bottom lip with his teeth. “Do you like it?”
“A fuck ton more than I thought it would,” I moan. I fucking love it, but it’s not enough. The pressure is incredible, the feelings are euphoric, but I need more. “Give me another.”
“Not without lube,” he rasps. The hand that’s wrapped around my cock tightens, his pumps speeding up as he finger-fucks me with abandon. “Come for me, Rhys. I want to taste it.”
As he sucks on my head, I swear I see stars. The combination of his finger in my ass, his hand around my cock, his tongue flicking against my foreskin makes everything in me tighten. I’m pulled taut, right on the edge, ready to explode. “Holy?—”
“Fuck!”
